new
young
key
york
hood
trap
hit
banger
dot
glock
syracuse
dinero
s
dolph
antonino
Lyrics
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, break that down
Ayy bruh, don't get that shit on my seats bruh
Mobbin' in the Bentley, smokin' moon rocks (hey)
Pocket full of motherfuckin' blue (blue), guap (guap)
Half an ounce in my Gucci tube (tube), socks (socks)
For the summertime, got a new (what?), drop (skrrt)
Trapper slash rapper slash bad bitch snatcher (ayy come here)
Baby mama mad, she say you live like a bachelor (so what?)
Sold a hundred pounds and gave ten percent to the pastor (church)
Keep goin' up the ladder (ayy), they mad, make 'em madder (hey)
Told my son when I'm gone you gon' be a rich lil bastard (yeah)
Pointers on me hittin' (woo), leave a bitch dizzy (uh)
All my old bitches feelin' salty, yeah, yeah
In my DM, talkin' 'bout why you dog me? Yeah, yeah
But I still miss you, can you call me? Yeah, yeah
I heard ain't shit change, that you still ballin', yeah, yeah
She used to bust them scripts for me at Walgreens (pour up, pour up)
Smugglin' narcotics was my calling (hey), ayy
Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh, uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh, uh)
Millions on the table, that's major (uh, uh)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)
I’m in the slums what’s bracking in the coupe I’m slumped relaxing,
When the guns is clapping you gon feel ya lungs collapsing,
Trapping, sipping old fashioneds and manhattans,
You packing, my whole team banging while y’all racking,
Back in 06 I was flipping them bricks,
I got 99 problems I can fix wit them blicks,
I ain’t wanna learn jiujitsu so I bought a new pistol,
The money coming fast I’m hitting a few licks soon,
I fuck with white they call me Em cuz they say I’m shady,
I whip a ball and get a quarter back better than Tom Brady,
Flea flicker, squeeze blickers, throw a bullet in the head,
Cuz I tuck my Glock in like I’m putting it to bed,
I don’t ever miss cuz I shoot a barrage,
Got a sedan in the driveway and a coupe in the garage,
And fuck love the G26 make my pants sag,
So I keep a bad bitch with it in her hand bag.
Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh, uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh, uh, gang)
Millions on the table, that's major (uh, uh, woo)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)
House full of bitches like Flavor (Flav)
These cuts in my thumb come from countin' paper, yeah (racks)
Paper Route the gang and bitch, we a label (gang, yeah)
New Glock with a laser, yeah, I let you meet your maker (yeah)
Then go out to Jamaica with my motherfuckin' rastas, yeah, yeah
I'm movin' with my motherfuckin' shottas, yeah, yeah
I walk in, pop my motherfuckin' collar, yeah, yeah
A pistol in the motherfuckin' party (Glock)
Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh, uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh, uh, gang)
Millions on the table, that's major (uh, uh)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)
Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh, uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh, uh)
Millions on the table, that's major (uh, uh)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)